Hi everyone - once again, this is not really weightloss related. I have plenty of issues in my life that all add up tp me gaining weight, and this is one that weighs heavy on me (LOL, I wasn’t even trying to make that little pun)
I am extremely close to my boyfriend’s family. I love my own family alot, but I spend alot of time at my boyfriends house. A while back, I met my boyfriend’s uncle (I will call him L) when we first started dating. L lived with my boyfriends family. Then, I never saw L again. I asked my boyfriend where he was, and the whole truth came pouring out…L was a drug addict and an alcoholic. He had moved out because my boyfriends (I’ll call him BF from own cause Im to lazy to type the whole word) mom kept searching his room and finding little bottles of vodka in his stuff. He was also comming home high and acting crazy. (First, he is not a mean drunk, but he can get violent if you confront him about the fact that he is drunk, and secound, when he is high he yells and talks in circles and gets right in your face if you dont understand him or contradict him). So he moves out. Then my BFs mom gets a call…L robbed a small store, and wants to turn himself in. So they take him to the pollice station. He is tried and goes to jail.
Fast forward to last year in about February. He is out on probation under my BFs family care, he has moved back in, dried out, and gets a job doing seasonal work. Everything is fine. Then, last year in August before the long weekend, he comes home and passes out in the kitchen. He was oviously drunk, but we offered to call an ambulance for him. He yells no, and runs downstairs to his room. He falls, bashes his head, and passes out again. We call an ambulance, cause now we just need him out of the house. Ambulance comes as he is waking up again, and he starts screaming at us, throwing a fit, and he needed to be restrained, and he was taken to the hospital.
All this has cause my BFs mom soooo much heartache and pain. We decide to continue with our plans to go to the cottage. We don’t see L again until Thanksgiving. He moved out again while we were up north.
Now before I continue, please understand that I am not a mean bitch. We have given up alot for him. When he is around there is NO drinks at all. None. I dont LOVE to drink but when we are up north it is nice to have a beer and lie on the dock. We do not have any parties because we can’t not invite him. We dont have any tylonal, advil, nyquil, mouthwash, etc, in the house or the cottage (his drug of choice is painkillers)
So back to my story. He comes back on Thanksgiving, apologizes, says he is clean, and he is going to rehab. Meanwhile there has been alot of drama. His boss even showed up at my BFs house and asked if L’s mom died cause he said she was dead and he needed time off work. She is not dead. My BF told Ls boss the whole story. The boss offered to pay to send him to rehab, let him keep working next season, and give him a layoff so he could be making unemployment. That again caused my BFs family so much emotional stress. At Christmas, we could tell he was high again. My BFs mom said that if you are high, dont bother coming to my house for Christmas. He sobered up and came. (Again more pain in my BFs family)
Next situation…more recent…now a couple months ago he comes in high again. My BFs mom screams at him….DO NOT COME HERE WHEN YOU ARE HIGH! he leaves, and doesnt talk again to him for about 3 months. He is back again. He calls and says he is coming for dinner. She makes him a huge dinner every night, but he never comes.
Now to last week. He says he is going up to the cottage (His mom lives there year round) but he lost his keys. We had to drive 2 hours to give him his keys, and he never went up north. He is high again all the time. My BFs mom is about to have a breakdown. She is the only one who deals with this. She buys him grocerys, makes him diner, gives him gas money, pays his gym membership, sends him to rehab, goes to AA with him. She is so hurt and upset and at a loss. This is ruining his whole family.
I am not an addict. I know it is a disease. He cant control it. But I hate him for how badly he is ruined everything. I feel so guilty for hating him. I don’t know how to deal with this anymore. I know it is not my family, but it really feels like it is cause we are so close.
I just wanted to get this out there. Advice? Anyone in a similar situation? Help?